Tuesday, January 10, 2012

ἘΫ́ΦΈΡΕΙΝ et algos de la fustigazione

The mind and body are incredible instruments. They can withstand inconceivable amounts of stress and keep on working. They can break irreparably at the slightest touch. They can be changed and stretched, contorted and poked and prodded and still function and function quite well at that. But too much pressure and they can crack and break apart. Tweaked correctly, they can grant its owner unparalleled delights. Squeezed excessively, they can shatter him permanently. Fragile, yet so resilient. Pliable, yet so resistant. The mind and body are truly incredible instruments. 

Pain. One of the many stresses that us humans put on these parts of ourselves. Physical, mental, or emotional, pain forces our minds and bodies to scream out and tell us that there is something deeply wrong going on. Though many of us would love to live in a world without it, it is one of those unfortunate necessities we must handle. Pain allows us to realise that we are hurt, that we must take care of ourselves or else something worse will happen. Pain is important. We would not survive long without it. 

But sometimes, one can feel so much of it in a certain way that it becomes pleasure. No, not pleasure. More, much more than that. In a certain way, at a certain pace, pain ceases to be unpleasant. Your body adjusts to the shock of the impact and anticipates the next wave of sensation. The shorter the pauses, the stronger the stimulation, the more intensely you crave. Crave what? There is a height that needs to be reached. There is an object that must be attained. It becomes imperative that you get there. Where?

You realise that you are grinning. You are trying to keep the corners of your mouth from expanding any further, trying to keep your teeth from opening because you know that whatever force that's building within you must come out and when it does, it will be explosive. It is a struggle between not enough and too much; nerves and receptors being drowned in overwhelming stimulus; body shutting down short of a breath's sharp, swift inhale. 

And in the next second, the whirlpool of energy bursts from your body and leaps out of your throat and is born into the air as laughter. Waves upon waves of pure ecstasy and euphoria induced by one's own endorphins course through you and you remember that the only other time you felt like this, you were also under the influence of chemicals, but of a different kind. You are high. There is no controlling the laughter that bubbles out of you, a feeling of utter joy flowing, simply unable to be experienced in the normal circumstances of daily life. 

There. 










There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation--a state of bliss...*


Learning to Fly by Pink Floyd